A Different Chase
I'll never forget when I first crossed paths with him. Covered in the blood of slavers and about to add to the mess, he came around the corner and saved me the trouble of disposing of the last wretch. He apologized for somewhat unintentionally setting me up against a plethora of slave hunters, but after that previous year, the slavers were no challenge. In fact, it was the most fun I'd had in a month.
It wasn't until after we helped him with an unsuccessful raid of his former master's home that I saw his true side: behind that angry, vengeful façade of tortured hatred towards mages lay a somewhat broken, lost man. Of course, me being myself, I couldn't help but give him a little nudge. I enjoyed seeing his wall crack just a little when he was brought up speechless from my compliment. What kind of cruel man could skin such a beautiful creature anyway? It just wasn't fair, I thought, such a waste of man flesh.
Bethany, of course, was not pleased with his attitude towards those of
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